“There lived a puddy in a well,
And a merry mouse in a mill.
Puddy he’d a wooin ride,
Sword and pistol by his side.
Puddy came to the mouse’s wonne,
‘Mistress mouse, are you within?’
‘Yes, kind sir, I am within;
Saftly do I sit and spin.’
‘Madam, I am come to woo;
Marriage I must have of you.’
‘Marriage I will grant you nane,
Until uncle Rotten he comes hame.’
‘Uncle Rotten’s now come hame;
Fy! gar busk the bride alang.’
Lord Rotten sat at the head o’ the table,
Because he was baith stout and able.
Wha is’t that sits next the wa’,
But Lady Mouse, baith jimp and sma’?
What is’t that sits next the bride,
But the sola puddy wi’ his yellow side?